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[ posted by mcdeviltoast ]
Woke earlier than usual, though my dream cycle hasn't been kicking in until after 10am. I must still have some residual China schedule sleepwise. Dad and I went to play golf on what turned out to be possibly the hottest day of the year. We did some driving range stuff, then attempted to do 18 holes, but heat and a blistering set of hands from the rented clubs made us cut it short after 9. I am still not good at golf, but it was fun to do spend some time with the old man.
Afterwards, we went to his cousin's place to swim in his pool. Mia and Mom joined us and Mia relentlessly splashed and thrashed around wherever I went despite my pleadings for her to be mellow. We constructed a monster boat out of a raft and funnoodles. I made a turban out of one, declared myself the Blue Raja.
Some relatives showed and I discovered the one guy who was married and had a kid was the same age as me. He looked much much older. A gravity had apprehended his face, and he had accumulated dad-weight about his middle. Is this what having a 9 to 5 and a family does to you? Is it a certainty? I assume since I'm a little brother that everyone is older than me, but I think I'm a few months older than this guy. What is the deal with all this family-oriented prevalence of late? First my students ask me on a daily basis where my wife is, I have a run-in with my ex-fiancee, I saw a girl I went to high school with pushing a pram, now this guy who is my age with a full station wagon. I can take this onslaught in two ways:
-1. It's a sign that I need to start getting serious about continuing the Willis bloodline before I'm too old to play with them ("Sorry, son. Dad can't play soccer, he's gotta rest in his iron lung a while and finish his will.")
-2. It's a temptation to sell out to normalcy. (Abandon all dreams ye who willingly nails yerself to yon white picket crucifix! Consume! Watch commercials! Belong!)
I don't know which it is just now, but I know something is germinating. I'm reaching a point where I have to decide whether or not I want offspring, and then the answer will be FINAL.
We ate grilled hamburgers and such on the lawn overlooking the lawn, the fence, the pond, the countryside. All very America. Marty, my parents' pug was getting fed table scraps by Mia, and then went to town on a corn cob, husk and all. He spent the rest of the night vomiting it all back up.
I got to talk to Heather, catch up on her life, share the burden of our parallel mindset, the "returned bewildered expat", ready to take off out of the country again after saying the last few months how much we wanted to escape China. I told her about the notion of "just visiting" and how fast a year would go by and not to let other's insecurities overshadow our own accomplishments and plans. Her cell phone battery was dying, so we had to cut it short, but made plans to research the greece and TEFL certificate thing.
Stayed up with Dad watching Chapelle's Show, South Park and Reno911, then crashed.
Afterwards, we went to his cousin's place to swim in his pool. Mia and Mom joined us and Mia relentlessly splashed and thrashed around wherever I went despite my pleadings for her to be mellow. We constructed a monster boat out of a raft and funnoodles. I made a turban out of one, declared myself the Blue Raja.
Some relatives showed and I discovered the one guy who was married and had a kid was the same age as me. He looked much much older. A gravity had apprehended his face, and he had accumulated dad-weight about his middle. Is this what having a 9 to 5 and a family does to you? Is it a certainty? I assume since I'm a little brother that everyone is older than me, but I think I'm a few months older than this guy. What is the deal with all this family-oriented prevalence of late? First my students ask me on a daily basis where my wife is, I have a run-in with my ex-fiancee, I saw a girl I went to high school with pushing a pram, now this guy who is my age with a full station wagon. I can take this onslaught in two ways:
-1. It's a sign that I need to start getting serious about continuing the Willis bloodline before I'm too old to play with them ("Sorry, son. Dad can't play soccer, he's gotta rest in his iron lung a while and finish his will.")
-2. It's a temptation to sell out to normalcy. (Abandon all dreams ye who willingly nails yerself to yon white picket crucifix! Consume! Watch commercials! Belong!)
I don't know which it is just now, but I know something is germinating. I'm reaching a point where I have to decide whether or not I want offspring, and then the answer will be FINAL.
We ate grilled hamburgers and such on the lawn overlooking the lawn, the fence, the pond, the countryside. All very America. Marty, my parents' pug was getting fed table scraps by Mia, and then went to town on a corn cob, husk and all. He spent the rest of the night vomiting it all back up.
I got to talk to Heather, catch up on her life, share the burden of our parallel mindset, the "returned bewildered expat", ready to take off out of the country again after saying the last few months how much we wanted to escape China. I told her about the notion of "just visiting" and how fast a year would go by and not to let other's insecurities overshadow our own accomplishments and plans. Her cell phone battery was dying, so we had to cut it short, but made plans to research the greece and TEFL certificate thing.
Stayed up with Dad watching Chapelle's Show, South Park and Reno911, then crashed.
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[ posted by mcdeviltoast @ 7/24/2005 11:59:00 PM ]
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